Little Turtle
by KJ Hannah Greenberg

 

 

We taxied silently into Henri Coandă in Bulgaria. I nudged Anya, who slept on my shoulder. She planned the trip not for sisterly bonding but to celebrate my fledgling spiritual identity. I was surprised she hadn’t suggested a more LGBT-friendly place, like Malta, Belgium, Iceland, or Denmark, where I wouldn’t fear for her safety.

 

Safta Rava and Safta had escaped Galați during the Interbellum; Great-Grandfather had been murdered. After years in New York, they immigrated to Palestine. Safta Rava remarried and gave birth to three more children, including Mom.

 

Generations later, I crave familial legacy. Rosh Pina’s beauty invites holiness, sad insights.

 

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